Harder, faster, deeper. My eyes open wide, teary blue. I cum, I cum on him, on my fingers. A lonely embrace of my flame, not having him cum. No matter how many times he makes me cum, makes me a part of my flame. His cum filling me makes me cum one more time.

I cum so hard, feeling my wetness over my fingers. I smile briefly, then cry. When will he be with me? I fall asleep, holding his pillow, my tears drying. Waiting for him.